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The three of them walked down the mountain together.

Wang Cheng glanced at Yang Wuji who hung up the phone and knew that this guy was asking him again. He said first: "Your team member is here too?"

Yang Wuji nodded, his face was very serious, he didn't dare to look at Wang Cheng, and whispered: "Someone is injured."

Wang Cheng also nodded casually and said, "Let them come over and I'll take a look."

Yang Wuji's expression relaxed a little. He wanted to speak just now, but he didn't know what to say. He and Monk Wuxin still owe Wang Cheng's favor. If Wang Cheng hadn't taken action last time, one of their team members would probably have to be destroyed. This is not a small favor, but a big favor that needs to be paid off with all his strength.

Now that Wang Cheng helped him again, Yang Wuji knew that he owed Wang Cheng more. Even if Wang Cheng didn't say anything at this time, he might really not have to pay anything.

"Are the monk here?"

Just now, he talked about Shaolin with his master Changhe on the mountain. Wang Cheng felt aroused his heart and asked.

Yang Wuji shook his head and said with a little emotion: "Since I left you last time, the monk has led his team by himself. I heard that he has gone to the Northeast now. At that time, our team members were also divided into two parts, and now I have found two more."

Wang Cheng felt a little regretful. He also wanted to see what Monk Wuxin is in now and test the depth of Shaolin martial arts. It seems that there is no chance for the time being.

He asked curiously again: "You still have to recruit team members yourself?"

Yang Wuji nodded affirmatively and said with a wry smile: "Yes. Our leader worked with Director Niu at the beginning, but later he was separated from Director Niu and started his own business. However, he was short of manpower, so he asked us to find people by ourselves. I have finally summoned them from the Central Plains."

"Our department also has a rule. If you can recruit two team members by yourself, you will be qualified to lead the team alone. At that time, I and the monk got together because of insufficient staff."

The Central Plains region was the area where martial arts were the most popular when national martial arts were the most popular a hundred years ago. At that time, martial arts halls were almost everywhere, and there were small boxing gyms on the streets of any small town, so many inherited martial arts learners are still left. Many famous martial arts families in history, including the Li family of Xingyiquan, the Chen family of Taijiquan, and the Li family of Bajiquan, are all in the Central Plains region.

Wang Cheng felt that the model of Yang Wuji's department was quite novel. His breath had become smoother and he became confident in speaking. He asked, "Then why do you find a good player? I think your team members last time are all OK."

The last time, Wang Cheng remembers that all the strengths of the Dark Power Realm are all in the power of the younger generation. He is actually considered to be middle-level and upper-level. He is not considered a genius master like Yang Wuji, but he is definitely considered a master among ordinary warriors.

Since Wang Cheng learned martial arts, he has been in contact with super masters like Changhe Taoist priests, Liu Wuzhong, Yang Youde, and many top geniuses of the younger generation such as Yang Wuji, Yang Qingyu, Liu Chaoying, Huo Youwen, and Ye Qunsheng, so he has extraordinary vision. However, he also knew that in the martial arts world, there are more middle-aged warriors who have been able to survive for many years, and young warriors who have finally entered the dark energy realm. These are already the best.

There are also a large number of martial artists with low qualifications who may only barely gather hidden power for the rest of their lives.

As Changhe mentioned in Shaolin, there are hundreds or thousands of monks in the entire mountain gate, but only one tenth of the real martial arts practitioners, and only one tenth of the one-tenth of the martial arts practitioners, or fewer young masters are qualified and courageous to stand in front of Wang Cheng.

In the martial arts world, whether it is the younger generation or the older generation, they all rise by thousands of peers.

For example, the team members of Yang Wuji and Monk Wuxin who Wang Cheng saw last time were the pillars of some small and medium-sized martial arts families. Generally speaking, they would never easily follow the likes of Yang Wuji and Monk Wuxin like Yang Wuji and Monk Wuxin.

Yang Wuji also laughed awkwardly, as if recalling something, and shook his head and said, "I just beat them one by one and defeated them all. Then he took the painting cakes given by our leader and fooled them one by one."

Wang Cheng shook his head speechlessly, and could roughly guess in his heart that 80% of Yang Wuji and the others showed their strength and then used the national government's convening order to enforce it.

Zhang Shaoyun's eyes flashed for a moment, and he looked at Yang Wuji and said, "Captain Yang is Director Zhao's man, right?"

Yang Wuji looked at Zhang Shaoyun with a sharp look in an instant, then relaxed, nodded and said, "Yes, our director's surname is Zhao. I didn't expect that you business people in Donghai know a lot."

Zhang Shaoyun smiled awkwardly. If it weren't for relying on his master Wang Cheng, he wouldn't dare to provoke people like Yang Wuji easily. He smiled and said, "If I didn't know more, I might not have lived today. When I was a child, I heard my grandfather talk about Director Zhao."

"Then why didn't you get to a famous teacher?"

Yang Wuji knew about Zhang Shaoyun and asked strangely.

Zhang Shaoyun shook his head and said, "I don't know either. Maybe they are hiding from our Zhang family."

Wang Cheng and Yang Wuji understood it in their hearts, and did not ask too much, knowing that 80% of the Donghai Zhang family had a bad reputation in the martial arts world.

The three of them walked all the way to the villa by the river. Wang Cheng and Yang Wuji had a lot of chatting. Yang Wuji's mind has changed and no longer despises Wang Cheng, but instead has a little respect, so they have said a lot, and the relationship between the two has become harmonious.

When we arrived at the door of the villa, a car had already parked on the road at the door. Two young men with tired expressions stood next to the car. The woman was Xie Xingyu, who Wang Cheng had met last time.

Seeing Yang Wuji, both of them were energetic and hurriedly walked up.

"Team Yang."

The two called Yang Wuji and then looked at Wang Cheng.

Xie Xingyu hesitated for a moment, and then shouted with a little respect: "Hello Mr. Wang."

The young man next to him was stunned for a moment. He thought to himself that this young man was called Mr., and looked at Yang Wuji and Xie Xingyu with a strange expression.

Xie Xingyu hurriedly slapped his companion and said, "Xiao Qi. Call me Mr. Wang."

The young man woke up and saw Xie Xingyu's serious and anxious look, and the captain Yang Wuji stared at him with an eyes that seemed to be eating people, and hurriedly said to Wang Cheng: "Oh, Mr. Wang, my name is Yang Qi. The family is ranked seventh, just call me Xiaoqi."

Wang Cheng's clothes were a little embarrassed, and his shoulders and sleeves were still broken. He shook his head calmly and said, "No need to be so polite."

Yang Wuji hurriedly said, "Go and bring Xiaoma down, Wang Cheng promised to treat his injuries."

Xie Xingyu was obviously relieved. After the last contact, she knew that Wang Cheng was not so easy to invite, so she immediately smiled and said gratefully to Wang Cheng: "Thank you Mr. Wang." Then she turned around and took Yang Qi to the car to help a pale young man down.

Yang Qi whispered: "Thank you, beautiful lady, are you really sure this Mr. Wang can do it?"

Yang Qi's tone focused on the three words "Mr. Wang".

The pale young man also looked a little confused, but his eyes were dull, as if he had no strength to speak, so he needed to support him to stand firmly.

Xie Xingyu glared at Yang Qi and lowered his voice and said, "You boy put the respectful point for me, don't offend me. Last time, Lao Qin almost died. He was rescued by Mr. Wang. Although his medical skills are not famous, I have never heard of them before. However, his medical skills are absolutely powerful. I heard from the captain that there are several rich people in Hong Kong who spend hundreds of millions to ask him to treat his illness."

"Hong Kong tycoons are really rich. Did he cure Lao Qin?"

Yang Qi asked in surprise.

Although Qin Feng followed Monk Wuxin, everyone present knew him. Yang Qi knew how serious Qin Feng's injury was last time, and he had no choice but to visit several famous doctors. Finally, he was taken to Jiangzhou by Yang Wuji and Monk Wuxin to cure. His internal injuries almost recovered within a month.

Yang Qi heard that he was a famous doctor in Jiangzhou, but unexpectedly he was a teenager.

The injured Ma Jiangming also looked at Wang Cheng in surprise, nodded to Wang Cheng vigorously, and squeezed out a smile with difficulty. He knew that his fate might be in Wang Cheng's hands now.

Wang Cheng frowned and looked at Ma Jiangming. He took the initiative to step forward and grabbed Ma Jiangming's wrist, swept his eyes across his body, and his other hand quickly unbuttoned the buttons of Ma Jiangming's shirt on his chest, immediately revealing two clearly visible marks on his chest, one on the left and one on the right, the fist mark on the left and the palm mark on the right.

Both marks were scarlet with a hint of black, and a lot of blood was accumulated in the injured bloodline. The fist mark on the left was less than one finger away from the heart vein. If it were so, even if Ma Jiangming kept qi, it would be almost the same.

"What a domineering power, are you practicing horizontally, right?"

A trace of shock flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes. He looked at Ma Jiangming and immediately asked, "The person who hurts you also specializes in practicing hand skills?"

With the strength of the opponent shown by the injuries of these two marks, even if Yang Wuji suffered such injuries, he would probably be unable to stand firm at this time. Ma Jiangming's internal cultivation was obviously not as good as Yang Wuji, but he was still awake. Wang Cheng instantly guessed that his horizontal practice skills must be extraordinary.

Those who leave these two marks must have specialized in practicing horizontal kung fu in their hands, just like iron sand palms, and force the palms to be as hard as iron, so you can see a trace of gold and iron on the injuries left.

Yang Qi and Ma Jiangming both showed shocked expressions and nodded at the same time. They did not expect that Wang Cheng's eyes were so clever, and he could know this information by just a glance.

In their knowledge, almost all of them were master-level figures at the level of one side, and the two immediately respected Wang Cheng.

Only Xie Xingyu looked calm and was not surprised by Wang Cheng's performance. He was obviously mentally prepared.

Yang Wuji looked at Wang Cheng's puzzled expression and whispered: "They went to escort a prisoner, but were kidnapped by the prisoner's accomplices on the way. Xiaoma was by the prisoner at the time, so he got two moves."

Ma Jiangming also remembered the situation at that time, showed a hint of fear, and said weakly: "Fortunately, I hid quickly at that time, otherwise I would have been dying from the central vein by He Xiong."

Neither Xie Xingyu nor Yang Qi spoke, and his expression was a little awkward. It was obvious that the two might have made some mistakes at that time.

Wang Cheng let go of Ma Jiangming's pulse. He did not ask about their task details. He stared at Ma Jiangming and said in a deep voice: "Your horizontal practice has saved your life. However, your internal cultivation is weak and your injuries are slow to recover. Come in, I'll give you two injections first."

After saying that, Wang Cheng turned around and walked into the villa. Zhang Shaoyun didn't say anything and followed the master's pace.

Yang Wuji waved to several team members and followed Wang Cheng into the villa.

Wang Jianhai and Aunt Chen were busy growing vegetables in the yard. When they saw Wang Cheng bringing in a group of people, they hurried over to greet him. However, Wang Cheng stopped them and asked them to continue to be busy with their own affairs.

"It's okay, dad, aunt, you guys are busy, just call us during the meal."

Wang Cheng waved to the two old men, took Yang Wuji and others upstairs and went to his study.

Wang Jianhai and Aunt Chen looked at Yang Wuji and others in a strange way. Yang Wuji and others hurriedly smiled and greeted each other. They were all a little embarrassed, but it was obvious that these guys were all people who didn't have much social relationships.

When I came to the study, there was a small room specially reserved by Wang Cheng. There was a single bed in the small room, which was used to treat ordinary patients and prepare for treatment.

"Lear down!"

Wang Cheng changed his clothes casually and said to Ma Jiangming.

At this time, Wang Cheng's internal qi and blood transport had completely recovered. Under the transportation of the Great Zhoutian, the qi and blood were circulating at a high speed to repair the injuries in the internal organs of the body and the damaged muscles, bones and blood. So Wang Cheng's appearance now looks nothing unusual, just like the ordinary.

This surprised Yang Wuji and was once again more grateful to Wang Cheng's internal cultivation.

Xie Xingyu and Yang Qi hurriedly placed Ma Jiangming on the bed, looking at Wang Cheng with both eyes, curious, expectant, and a little nervous and puzzled. The latter was from Yang Qi and Ma Jiangming.

Wang Cheng untied Ma Jiangming's clothes and said to him seriously: "You'd better strengthen your internal practice in the future. External horizontal practice is effective quickly and will have good lethality in a few years. However, if you want to practice to a deep level, your body will not be able to withstand it without the assistance of internal cultivation. If you continue with your cultivation level, you will live to be forty at most."

Ma Jiangming nodded, looking hesitant. Obviously he understood this very well and didn't say much, but there was a hint of regret in his eyes.

The others also looked serious. Yang Qi and Xie Xingyu looked like they wanted to speak but stopped, while Yang Wuji looked thoughtful and didn't know what they were thinking.

Wang Cheng didn't talk much nonsense and quickly began treatment. He touched Ma Jiangming's pulse with one hand, and grabbed jade needles with the other hand and stabbed Ma Jiangming's damaged bloodline and acupoints in the blink of an eye.

Ma Jiangming quickly took a deep breath, calming his emotions and qi and blood with simple internal breathing. In conjunction with Wang Cheng's treatment, he then sensed that his breathing was useless. As Wang Cheng pierced his bloodline one by one, he gradually couldn't feel his body anymore, and only one pair of eyes could see things.

A trace of horror and fear grew in Ma Jiangming's heart.

Yang Qi also widened his eyes in an instant. This was the first time he had seen Wang Cheng's unique acupuncture technique, which was a level higher than the old Chinese doctors he had seen before.

Not to mention the effect, just talking about Wang Cheng's momentum and the elegant movements in his hands are beyond several levels.

Huhuhuhuhu...

Wang Cheng waved his arm, but his speed was not very fast, because his injury had not recovered, so he had to control his strength. However, it also caused a gust of wind. As he moved, jade needles spread over Ma Jiangming's chest for several breaths and extended to his abdomen.

at last……
To be continued...